It’s late, too late for him to not be home yet.

So when he barges through the door of your shared trailer home with a black suitcase you know something is wrong.

His demeanor is calm as ever, voice still as low and raspy. Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak he cut you off, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

’What the hell did he get himself into this time?’ You thought.